Unnamed Memory

Dita has punched in without any foretaste.

Oltween uses his sword to flush a slaughter that would paralyze his hand if taken from the front. I saw a magician chanting something in the corner of my sight. The king gradually begins to descend towards the entrance, receiving the sword of Dita without alarm.

As long as the two are in melee like this, the magician can't strike a great deal of magic. I thought if we approached the entrance again, someone might notice the sound of the spear.

- - Oltveen is never a reckless person.

If I can beat the two of you myself right now, I'm not sure I can be honest. So while pulling Dita away from Reeschen as much as he could, he chose to fight and buy time.

Metal sounds in the dark halls.

The magician, whose chant was over, put his hands together. Something like a black crawl out of its hands stretches toward Oltween. The king bounced heavily beside him when he pounded his tongue. Sword the lost target. The severed spreads became dust and scratched out.

Confirming that the magician has begun a new chant, Oltween lowers his drinks.

But at the price of it, Oltveen was unable to fully accept the sword of Dita that followed. The king's long sword, which made a clear noise and was bounced off, rolls over the floor.

Sounds like a fun man's voice proclaimed victory.

"Well. Is there anything left to say to the princess?

"Oltween! Run!

"... Rieschen"

As Oltween looked, Reeschen was falling out of his chair and reaching forward with his trembling right hand as he crawled onto the stone floor.

I'm going to use magic.

Dita also looked back and noticed it, kicking Oltveen's belly hard with a grumpy face. Without even looking to the king who breaks his knee on the shock, he turns back on his heel.

"Princess. You don't seem to be punished enough. Berenki told me to capture the princess... but it's okay if I kill her, right?

Oltween pales at words he didn't expect.

Until now, I thought Reeschen's life was covered.

Oltveen stood up as he glanced at the back of a man who turned to the princess with his sword in one hand to pick up his sword.

The magician's chant ends. A sphere of burning flames was born on the flat of the gathering hands of magic.

Dita chuckles, not turning back.

As he stood in front of Reeschen, he stepped on his white right hand unconstitutionally. She bites her lips and hears the sound of pain. A mild laugh whipped Rieschen.

Upon hearing that voice, Oltween trembles in anger, but shortly after he strikes back, a flaming sphere is launched.

Half-determined wins and losses.

My mother's face rises behind Oltveen's brain.

Is that it?

A life that never reached my father or my mother.

The people, on the other hand, could not even protect one woman.

Is it enough for me to end up here?

He did not close his eyes to the imminent death.

I just look up arrogantly and stare at Dita.

One moment when the passage of time was felt late, I heard someone's footsteps in the king's ear.

"Your Majesty!

Someone jumps in between Oltveen and the flaming sphere.

Small woman's body.

Dangerous, when I tried to scream, a giant flame was emitted from her than a flaming sphere, swallowing a magical attack.

At the same time, another person slips past him to Dita.

"What, you guys?"

The man, still stepping on Reeschen's hand, frowned and looked at the intruders. Reeschen squeals their name.

"Elsie... Oscar..."

"Reeschen, I'm gonna kill this guy."

A long sword with a blade as brilliant as a mirror.

Relative to Dita by pulling out a sword that was not supposed to exist twice in the world was a civilian man who was teaching her to read and write.

Oltween is flabbergasted by what he cannot comprehend.

Elsie, looking back, had a red dragon in her chest. This dragon would have set off the flame earlier. Nark jumps toward the magician when both are around and he takes them off the woman's arm.

The newly emerged man, on the other hand, packed his walk toward Dita, exasperating a very unlikely killing spirit with a civilian.

The man, finally taking his foot off Reeschen's hand, turns to the new one with a laugh.

"Are you a spy for Nadras? You're a long way from home. Is it the princess?"

"Let's not seal his magic. I don't like magic."

"Oh, I heard you were a magician, didn't you?"

"Sure, he does do something like a magician. It's this way I'm good at it. Let me tell you something."

Oscar strikes a mighty blow, if he says so.

Dita received the sword of the man who trajectorized her torso with a sword in both hands.

- It's a very heavy sword. Dita takes a few steps to the left.

Oscar has struck his sword in such a way as to widen between him and Rieschen, who was born slightly. The room disappears from Dita's face as she receives a few of those slashes.

An opponent of character I've never seen before.

To an unlikely enemy he paled as he glanced.

I've been able to lightly lower any opponent before. I've chosen a dangerous job and enjoyed it, thinking I had no one to lose.

My face is stretched hard in the war.

Dita, who has fought only against weak opponents, had no one-on-one experience of being put at a disadvantage. Fear gradually dominates the spirit. Even the sword dulled after shivering.

Oscar smiles sarcastically when he notices Dita change.

"That king is stronger than you and others. There's a chronic clown in my arm to this extent... and you'll be rewarded for hurting my woman."

Low, serious voice.

Instinct whispers escape to Dita.

The earliest unacceptable blade was approaching his present, who cruised whether to follow it or not.

Oscar, who had cut off Dita because of his overwhelming skill, wielded his sword and bled it away without even having the sword itself. Still crawling on the floor. Return to Reeschen and hold her up.

When he touched his hand, the five bracelets made a mild noise and scattered.

Reeschen rounds his eyes and looks up at a man's, deeper blue eyes than Oltveen's.

"Oscar, did you grab the sword?

"This is the main business. Sorry I'm late."

"I'm fine. Thanks"

Reeschen smiles and says thank you and looks at Oltween and Elsie.

Already the enemy magician had been put to despair by Naak, where Elsie was at the king's disposal.

I hear multiple footsteps coming down the stairs. The voice of Lima calling the king echoed.

Oltveen stares in amazement at Reeschen and the man holding her up.

The two people there were not supposed to be - he finally realized that they looked the same as the king and his wife of Farsus, long ago, once in a single painting that was sandwiched in his mother's book.

"What are you"

"Watch your mouth, young man"

In the middle of the night when things were all packed up, Oltween had a confusing head in front of a mysterious man.

Based on testimony from the raiders, Marquis Berenki was captured and Arbel was to be treated by a magician.

Having finally processed the treatment and other work of the war victims, the king had visited the room where Reeschen was sleeping and was about to hear the truth about what was happening from the suspicious man there.

A man named Oscar rolls a history book of readings when returned flat. The indescribable air drifting between the two men made Elsie, who was on Rieschen, look confused.

Oltween didn't know why he had to make concessions, but for now he opens his mouth again when he quiets his anger.

"I'm sorry, but I can't fix the way you talk. But I appreciate this one."

"Nothing good. Naturally."

"Is it true you're a spy for Nadras?

"True. It was convenient to get into this castle, and my brother wanted to make sure it was safe."

Elsie turns a suspicious eye to the man who says she has already cut off her hand because she is done with it.

But Oscar went on pale when he silenced it.

"For the most part, there's a guy who's working out an extra conspiracy, even though I stood around trying to keep things from going wrong between states so that people don't die, and my brother gets out on his own. So it was scattered. I was going to turn this guy over to the corner Nadras and take him away after he decided to die in an accident along the way, and he would refuse... at first, if I hadn't been disturbed and unable to move, I would have just recovered it. Well, they broke my bones."

Neither of us knew half of what we were talking about, but it only conveyed that this man apparently had a lot of difficulty.

Oltween and Elsie face to face.

Elsie, who had always thought of him as a human and animal harmless civilian, raised her hand as an aside.

"Um, what are you?

"One crack of this. Outside."

"... Demons?

"Off"

- I don't know more and more.

To Elsie, who was about to cross the threshold of incomprehensibility, the king ordered him to leave often. Oltween asks what he cared about when it was just the two of us except sleeping Reeschen.

"You and Reeschen look familiar to me. It's the face of the old King and his wife Falsus."

"What, I disposed of the portrait of the castle a long time ago? Were you left somewhere?"

You can take that as a euphemistic affirmation. Oltveen is breathtaking.

If his childhood memory is correct, it was hundreds of years ago that they both were on the Pharsus throne.

I don't know how the man's words and the fact that he's out there connect, but Falsus' name was enough to keep Oltveen's heart cold.

Nature and self-derision float at the edge of your mouth.

"It's a magical power. I didn't know you had such a presence."

"We're not Pharsus people anymore... but it's weird what you say. You must be from Falsus."

- They saw us through.

It gets a little hot in front of Oltveen. He distorted his lips into swirling emotions.

"Is that funny? I am the half-brother of King Falsus and king of Rossack..."

"A half-brother? He would be my cousin. What are you talking about?"

Oltween looks up at the voice of a man like a shudder. Oscar, sitting on Reeschen's pillow, looked at him with eyes like he saw a badly made child.

Without swallowing Oscar's words that he was a cousin, Oltveen explains weakly.

"My mother possessed the son of my predecessor King Falsus. I'm a child of iniquity."

"What is that... now you didn't explain it properly. Parents in trouble."

Oscar points to Oltween when he closes the book that was open. A space a little above his face, to be exact.

"Your mother was the Princess of Falsus. You're the sister of the previous king. - - If Princess Falsus marries Rozsark, she incites the vigilance of a nearby Kisk. That's why Falsus decided to let the princess die and marry her here as a marquise. It was also a problem for the Falsus royal family to already have a full room and have to be a side room at that time.... but that's how much your mother was in love with your father. You are undoubtedly the son of King Rossack in the direct line of Falsus"

So cousin. Understand? Oltveen couldn't get back to the man who went on. Chew and organize what you are told over and over again.

If that were true, I would have hated my mother, Falsus, and myself under a total mistake until now.

It's like a comedy tragedy.

While he wanted to believe the man's words, Oltween couldn't honestly accept them, thinking of the decade he'd been imprisoned by hatred.

He asks Oscar with a faint voice.

"How can you prove that it's true"

"Even if they call it proof. It is difficult now because there is no such thing as Acacia in Rozcirc. It's just that your mother would have looked like Rieschen, wouldn't she? The Falsus royal family has its ancestors, or every once in a while a woman like this is born."

Oltveen stared seriously at Reeschen's sleeping face as if it were the first time he'd seen it.

I feel like all of my white skin, shapely eyebrows, and tall nose beams in my big eyes, if you ask me.

I didn't realize it at first. I wanted to forget my mother's face, and even seeing her own portrait was obscure.

But if you're conscious, they do look alike. So much so that I don't feel uncomfortable being told that blood is connected.

"Oltween, you inherit the blood of the Pharsus royal family. Be proud. '

Mother's words that only seemed a curse.

Is it true that that was not a proud thought of Prince Falsus, but a proud one of his own origins that he had abandoned because of his love for King Rossack?

Knowing her mother's sincerity even more now, Oltveen closes her eyes with suddenly irreplaceable thoughts.

In the memory I remember, she was so beautiful - she was laughing happily.